Christmas in Vermont
Christmas in Vermont
is everything I imagined,
I think,
and press my cheek to the warm bricks
of the fireplace,
watching the snow collect like stardust
on the deck where this summer
I drank a cold beer
and got a sunburn.
I step over the sofa,
sink into the cushions,
and admire this moment
in the home that my father-
and mother-in-law built —
this warmly lit gingerbread house
where they raised my husband —
and I too am warmly lit with affection
for this season,
this family,
this snow globe of a house,
and of course,
my beloved Vermont.













